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living daylights
they’re coming
nothing is said
but you know
like a wall you touch towards
having been before
so one is wakeful waiting
it is a thing evolved
through endless iteration
we ourselves a wobble to
ease towards
and sometimes bites
it’s inch at a time this way
when cloud comes to you
that will tell
dim to begin
it takes you through
you’ll see a way clear
we bow and glow
it’s coming
and they’re chiming in
it’s on for old and for young
in all of this kingdom
come to light
it’s we who are
taken for granted
ReplyDeleteI could live
the daylight
except for the bats